On a bus
In the back
No more space
A man with a very worn face
Moves his bag from the cage
I can sit here and fall a sleep
He offered me chips
I’m too polite, he smiled and I smiled and we smiled and I said just in case
“Toda-Shukraan, Thanks”
That’s all I know
He said something
It was kind and I feel safe
I’m asleep
On a bus
Heading to Be’er Sheva
Last seat, last row, center
Next stop, soldiers get on, sit in the isle
Armed to the teeth and sitting on the floor
Grenade launcher pointed at me, it’s not loaded right?
Bumpy, bumpy roads
No longer worried
This is normal now
Drink some water
Continue reading
Fall asleap
Wake up
Here
Air siren moaning and screaming to hide
Kablammo! The bunker mall shakes
Everyone’s eerily calm and relaxed inside
I wonder what a kosher big Mac tastes like
I’m hungry, supersize, coke and fries
I came by train and I’ve got time to kill
Why not browse while the war’s outside
Bus 23 leaves in 30
I want twizzlers for the road ahead
All this bombing gets tiresome
Heading south on vacation
Connect to wifi and check the news
Today a missile landed in a school
Engines on high
Were heading due East
There must be a hundred boats at least
Parallel lines
All at full speed
It’s foggy and choppy
You see them in the far
A few blinks of there lights is all you get
A few blinks back is all you have time for
Keep it straight and hold full throttle
The storm is roaring and tailing
The clouds are dark and its the middle of the night
Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop
You gotta stay the course
Everyone else is trying to do the same
Every once and in while, you chat over shortwave
It’s enough to keep going
Hope we don’t run out of gas
Hope keeps us going and the fact we’re still alive
We’re loosing so many and many more to come
All in this alone, together, wouldn’t that be nice
Full steam ahead
Where in hell is the coast?
Where in hell is the sun?
This ones about traveling
This ones about home
Westbound for work
Retreating East alone
Followed the dream
The oil patch is dry
Well, there’s oil left but the cost is too high
Going back home now
Try something new, something old, something blue
Nothing to lose, the years are all gone
Made all my money and spent every dime
Maybe try trucking or carpentry now
My dad was a farmer and my mother a nurse
I’m thinking I’ll call Pat to drive his hearse
The dead must pay one last time
We’re all gonna face it, you and I
Not worth the worry, neither the sweat
I’m tired of the running, I’m tired of the work
The ocean looks nice, I might try Caraquet
Old house by the ocean depends on what I can get
Lay the traps down, might try fishing next
Who am I kidding, that all sounds nice
Way above the asking price
Take a warm shower, drink down a beer
Light up a joint to clear the air
I’m all good now, don’t need to fret
I heard they’re hiring up north
Can’t go back yet
For a time, why not
Grab the wheel
Keep’er steady now, were on course
The edge is dull
It’s dull as blight
Back and forth now
Straighten out
Mind the rocks, can’t stop til light
Rain a pouring no good for picking
Waves are even, tops a flying
Sea of dirt, no end in sight
Get them in before frostbite
Rack em’ up and ship them West
Were only growing the very best
Take control now I’m going home
Thermos full
Warm and bold
Drink that coffee, it’s getting old
No one leaves until we’re through
We want you for the pickin’ crew
Wing row and trucks, all lit up
Thanks to the harvesters’ lights
The shift is done, September too
Rest up, rest up, tomorrow is new
Bend over basket and don’t stop pickin’
That digger ain’t stopping, that flatbed is edgin’
We’ll be at Frank’s, we start at 7
Pack a good lunch, breaks at 11
Tickets in hand, marked by Fernande
Claiming my haul, russets this fall
45 paces, I’m 8 years old
A twig marks the line or so I am told
Move to the left, move to the right
Up one row, I’m going too slow
Pick up the pace, 2 rows to get in
The prisoners are quicker, I’m just too thin
My uncles help out, they tease me, don’t shout
Shorten my pace, catch up to the race
Basket in barrel, hear the them tumble in
22 and change which I cash in
Back to school I go, 2 weeks in a row
Was fun, but next year, not sure if I’ll show